A Dark And Secret Magic Novels & Stories

Power. Position. Control. And she was standing in the way of all of it. No. Not anymore. I moved toward the hidden compartment beneath the table, opening it slowly. Inside, dark symbols glowed faintly against the surface. Old magic. Dangerous magic. Mine. My fingers hovered over them briefly before selecting what I needed. The air around me shifted slightly. Cold. Heavy. Alive. A slow breath left my lips. Tonight ends it. No more watching. No more waiting.

Dang… Even if I'm just a little short, I'm sure my body will split there. “Dark Magic, traditionally refers to the use of supernatural powers or magic for evil and selfish purposes; or magic associated with the devil or other evil spirits. Also sometimes referred to as the 'left-hand path', its right-hand path counterpart is benevolent white magic. Do you know that?" a calm voice echoed in the night. My eyes widened in confusion as I looked at the heretic. I cannot explain, but his face and tone sounds like he was pitying me. "Such a poor soul..." he said in a mellow voice.

And there wasn’t any I hadn’t tried. Angry at myself, I hissed and threw the book to a corner, ready to leave. My eyes fell on another book down the shelf, hidden carefully away from view. I leaned over and brought it out. Dusting away the dirt on it, I glanced at the book. Its cover was black leather, etched with sigils that pulsed faintly as if alive. “Spell of forbidden magic,” I read out loud. Dark magic. Forbidden magic. It was the same kind of spell I was sure Darius used on me.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

The lights around it were dimmer than the others, like even the building didn’t want attention. “This place looks like it has secrets,” Elizabeth whispered. “All buildings have secrets,” I said. “That’s not comforting, Elena.” We stopped at the entrance. The message in my head kept repeating itself. Scholarship review. Mandatory. 8:30 PM. “I’ll be fine,” I said. Elizabeth crossed her arms. “If you’re not back in ten minutes, I’m calling someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know. Security. Batman. Someone.” I smiled a little. “I’ll be quick.”

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.” “You can never go back to your world,” the demonic voice spoke again. “Do show yourself now!” Van shouted sounding braver than he is. “You’re mine…” And a door in the end of the hallway burst opens. Like a great whirlpool, it sucks everything around. Van tries to hold on to a hole on the floor, but the floorboard gave way. “Use me,” said another voice, “use me to save yourself.”

The Architect's gaze swept the defeated warriors, their expression resolute. "I will help you defeat Ravenswood and restore balance to the Order," they declared. "But first, you must understand the true nature of the magic." Rylan's interest piqued, his brow furrowed. "Tell us," he urged. "The dark magic is fueled by the Shadowstone," the Architect began, "a powerful artifact hidden within the Order's stronghold. Ravenswood's control over the Shadowstone amplifies his power, corrupting the very fabric of magic."

But the figure's grip tightened, their dark magic constricting around us like an unyielding vise. In that moment, as the battle between light and dark raged within the Whispering Grove, the fate of our quest hung in the balance. Would we overcome the malevolent figure and unlock the secrets of the Key of Ancients? Or would we be consumed by the darkness that threatened to engulf us?